The actor's daily routine

The man who was thrown out wanted to crawl in, but Yu Qiao slammed the door shut in front of him.

This was not enough to calm down, Yu Qiao slammed her fist on the door, her eyes were filled with hatred, her teeth were almost gnawed.

Damn it, it's enough to be imprisoned by Cheng Mi's perverted formless!Now you want to tell him that he has become soft and useless without knowing it? !

God, do I have any fucking grudge against you? !

The lips were almost bleeding out from his bite. The bright red color matched with the gorgeous pale face, and the messy and half-unbuttoned shirt, no matter who saw this picture, they would be crazy about it and wanted to rush to it.

Suddenly there was a singing sound in the dark room, and Yu Qiao's eyes were fixed on the bed, where was the coat he had just taken off.

There are very few people who can call him, and at this point in time, it is already clear who it is.

Yu Qiao walked over and looked down at the vibrating mobile phone next to his clothes. The faint blue screen light shone on his face, and his pupils reflected a strange light.

Cheng Mi.

The bell rang for 1 minute, and he watched it quietly for 1 minute. After 1 minute, he picked up the phone and clicked to answer it.

The man on the other end didn't speak.

Yu Qiao didn't make a sound either.

It's not without reason that Cheng Mi is so relieved that he ran out. There is always Cheng Mi's person by his side. Even if he continued with that man just now, he would not be able to reach the final step.

Different from previous times.

In the past few times, he was just flirting, without any further substantive actions, so Cheng Mi just turned a blind eye and let him play.

But this time is different.

He made a real move, although he didn't succeed...

He clearly heard a familiar male voice screaming from over there, and in the first 2 minutes, he had just thrown that man out.

In just 2 minutes, it was self-evident where Cheng Mi was.

Cold sweat broke out on Yu Qiao's forehead, and she kept comforting herself that there was nothing to be afraid of if my brother was not afraid.

Suddenly a huge light hit the floor-to-ceiling curtains, and the entire dark room was lit up. The dazzling light made Yu Qiao's eyelashes tremble. meander twisted to the side of the bed.

The guess in her heart was confirmed, Yu Qiao clenched the phone tightly, and secretly cursed Cheng Mi I c you m me c you m me c you zz.

Cheng Mi, who had been crushed by Yu Qiao in his heart, smiled lightly on the other end of the phone. He looked up at the glass window. The bed was next to the window, and he could clearly see the figure of that person.

She was trembling slightly, and her whole body was shaking.

It looks really pitiful, but that's just an illusion. That person's bones are always full of resistance, and as long as he has a chance, he will resist thoroughly.

Whether it is before or after the memory is gone, it will always be the same, the only thing that has changed is that I no longer use that tempting kissing mouth to chant that person's name over and over again to annoy people.

The strange green eyes narrowed slightly, but he couldn't hear the emotions: "Good boy, come down."

"Don't make me come to you myself."

"You know, I'm very angry right now."

He knew it very well even if he didn't mention Yu Qiao, because the man's screams became louder, accompanied by choked sobs and begging for mercy, "Eliison... I dare not... Please... Ah!" In the end, the pain was extreme scream.

Terrible.

Yu Qiao could only think of these four words.

Yu Qiao: "It has nothing to do with him."

The next moment the voice sounded even worse, and Yu Qiao shut up wisely.

Cheng Mi: "Has he ever kissed you?"

Yu Qiao's eyes became colder and colder, and her hand holding the phone tightened, "No."

Cheng Mi didn't seem to believe it very much. He lowered his head and looked at the man who kept knocking his head and crying in front of him, stretched out his foot and stepped on the man's face, and the high-end Italian custom-made leather shoes rubbed against the man's face.

What's so good about this face?Yu Qiao will take a fancy to him.

Power and prestige, can anyone compare to him?

Those who are more powerful than him are a bunch of old men who are seven or eighty years old. They don't have such a good-looking face like him. Those who are better than him are ants that he can crush to death at any time. They don't have such power as him.

His angel is really weird.

He despises him who has the top wealth, top power and top face, but he takes a fancy to a trash who is inferior in everything.

To be free, well, he gave it, never forced him to do anything, turned a blind eye to his ghost things.

To film, well, he also gave it, gave him the best script, the best character setting, and the best public relations team.

He gave both, but his angel didn't give him what he wanted, but gave him what he didn't want.

With a gentle voice, he said without doubt: "Come down and let me check."

Yu Qiao gritted her teeth.

If he was given a knife, he could stab Cheng Mi to death, provided that he would not be punished by law.

"I don't want to come down."

Cheng Mi coaxed him: "Hey, stop making trouble." He smiled and said, "If you lose your temper again, he will die."

Yu Qiao's heart skipped a beat, only to hear Cheng Mi continue to speak slowly: "It's not just him, everyone you've met before, except Ai Fu and a few others, will die for you..."

"You don't want to shoot the movie at all, you just need to stay by my side and enjoy my love, so that you won't think about other unrealistic things."

If you want freedom, I will give you freedom, but if giving you freedom will give you the illusion that you can do whatever you want, then it is better not to give you this kind of freedom.

Yu Qiao's hand holding the phone was trembling. He knew that Cheng Mi could do such a thing.

In the United States, Cheng Mi can be said to cover the sky with one hand. His status and contribution to the United States prevent the United States from doing anything to him because of a few lives.

Even clean it up for him.

This is the reality, the cruel and desperate reality, the insurmountable level difference between people.

The low ones are like ants, and the high ones are like gods.

"Don't worry, Ayu, you still have 1 minute to think about it." Cheng Mi's voice over there sounded very gentle, "I'll wait for you in 60 seconds."

Yu Qiao hung up the phone the next second, opened the door and rushed out.

Running out he bumped into someone.

The man was wearing a hat and was slender, and he was also running towards this side. Yu Qiao ran too fast and bumped into him, and fell on the wall on the other side, his cheeks were scratched by the cold wall , bleeding out.

At that moment, Yu Qiao almost burst into tears from the pain.

He staggered up from the ground, and the person behind him grabbed the hem of his clothes, "Ah..."

The moment they looked at each other, Yu Qiao saw the man's cold and handsome facial features, and those eyes that were as bright as stars, and her mind was occupied by other things. For a while, Yu Qiao couldn't think of other superfluous things, so she cursed crazy Quickly ran downstairs.

The person who had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers was left behind to look sideways at Yu Qiao's disappearing figure, with his outstretched fingers barely staying in the air.

The bright light elongated his dark figure, his eyes blinked, and all the previous light disappeared from them.

"This is the last time we meet."

"From now on, you are someone who has nothing to do with him."

In this world, is there anything more sad than the person you love so hard forgetting you...?

……

When Cheng Mi counted to 59, Yu Qiao ran downstairs.

This nightclub has been surrounded by Cheng Mi's people. The person in charge of the nightclub is crouching down in front of Cheng Mi and making a small flattering explanation. When Yu Qiao came out, almost everyone's eyes were on him.

And the man from before, lying on the ground with blood and flesh, let out a low whine. It rained at some point in the dark night, and the moon was hidden behind the clouds. As soon as Yu Qiao came out, the rain hit him. .

"I'm here." He said calmly, the rainwater flowed down his delicate and gorgeous cheeks into his slender neck, then flowed down the neck through the attractive collarbone, and finally sank into the snow-white shirt.

Cheng Mi's sentence 60 has no context. In fact, he really wanted to count that sentence 60, but Yu Qiao has already come out. If he continues to count, the desired effect will be counterproductive.

It looked really pitiful.

Especially that snow-white face, red mouth, and that pretendingly calm look in his eyes.

When people look at it, they can't wait to be bullied severely.

He stretched out his hand to Yu Qiao, and saw a strange light flashing in the demon green eyes behind Yu Qiao, and said with a smile: "Hey, come to me."

Yu Qiao walked towards him step by step with a calm expression.

Cheng Mi hugged him into his arms. The young man's body was thin and fragile. This feeling of control made Cheng Mi let out a satisfied sigh. He reached out and touched Yu Qiao's head, and said softly: "Seeing you are so For the sake of being obedient, I will forgive you this time first."

Yu Qiao closed her eyes to restrain the urge to kill Cheng Mi.

Since he woke up, he began to test Cheng Mi's bottom line step by step, and now he finally found out that he wanted to have a substantive relationship with others.

Cheng Mi looked over Yu Qiao's back to the exit of the nightclub, there was a person standing there, his whole face was plunged into black shadow under the hanging light.

His lips curled up slightly, and he shifted his gaze to the person in his arms, and his fingers lifted the man's jaw, caressing the fine wounds on his face, with a low voice, "Ayu is so good, Then I'll ask you another question."

Yu Qiao's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Cheng Mi: "Tell me, do you know a man named Shen Yanshu?"

Yu Qiao replied without the slightest hesitation: "I don't know."

This is the answer Cheng Mi wants to hear, and he knows it very well.

Cheng Mi rolled his eyes and praised: "That's a good answer."

His eyes showed distress, and he wiped the ashes off Yu Qiao's face with his fingers, and said softly: "Look at your face, it's all hurt, I'll take you back and let Pettr heal you."

Yu Qiao.

Die your mother.

The author has something to say: the system has three seconds to reach the battlefield.

I found that I really like amnesia terriers.